Ceremony

The first and last time to float in the river,
In life never could he, for he was already saved
A dream, A mirage of past an essence that flees
The tears that create the river

The Warrior wears white, satin covers his continent
The shores seem distant, people of life
Flesh of body, but distant in mind
A blade that befell and struck valor, Valhalla called

And in this essence that is the prophet ‘s life,
But the sacrifice for few, will reiterate for billions
And even deaths bells cannot destroy the embellishment of idea
Nor propaganda ignore the knight going down river


We rise to fall, but the journey is misunderstood,
Because many fail to plausibly rise
We are falsifications of a false universe
But the night in white satin reality,
It takes symbols for the soul to heal

A boy and a father watch
The Warrior floats by, Father’s concern heartfelt
Envious in honor
The sacrifice forever known, the journey will never end
The boys eyes glow, the story told, the soul sent…

Edge

In the mirror, I see edges of the child once was
Never trying to hold on, shave it away
Give a brace-less smile
Get through the day

Even though many pass away
The edges of childhood seem
To remain the same
Reform

A new beginning
Hoping that one day
A happy ending-
Meet a girl
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Stop pretending
This is the limit
Heroes eventually die
Man in the mirror, can’t learn to fly

Learn the lesson
Textbook stuff
It’s in the ABC’s
Of growing up

It’s Mutual

It’s Mutual
In the beginning of any relationship, as people we seem to have very weird ways of meeting that person. We have a bottom-line of whatever the hell were looking for, and how we’re going to get it. It all starts with-
Friendship. Friendship is built upon mutual attraction when it comes to the opposite sex. When one first has the opportunity to be introduced to the opposition, it’s not the small talk that’s immediately dragged in. It’s not the stunning vocab that flows through that person’s teeth like a waterfall. Its attraction, for human’s immediate release of pheromones in compatibility to that other person determines the future of the night and the chance of events at a later date. It leads to something-
Totally awesome. It allows us to differentiate between a casual one night fling, or the building of something real. It allows us to decide whether this girl is a hoe, or a trustworthy party affiliate who could develop into much more. The process of being able to recognize the difference a one-night stand and girl you legitimately respect is
Totally character-building. And a true character is what many girls want, be bold or go home, while the everyone else goes home with the girl they wanted.

Dear Brother (Excerpt):

Dear Brother,
Give me one chance to explain
Why we can’t hang out today
It’s more than a migraine

For when depths press
The water tightens
It’s a death trap
Until the mood lightens

As the dawn breaks
Moonshine
My last night will go down
As a hell of a time

I woke up, beer cans, all around
I wondered where my car was?
Wishing the sun would leave-
My head began to justly pound

Two hours of sleep,
Clearly let me do that now,
Dear Brother
I’m sorry to let you down

Project Save A Hoe(Part A)

You have never been damaged, rather you are the damager
You have never been, cheated rather you are the cheater
Your will defines you, and you are defined as a whore
I expect nothing less, but shall receive much more

Nobody cares for your actions;
Therefore no-one cares for your woo
You’re a common beer
Everybody drinks you

Therefore you are no more than a compliment
To some guys night
Your kind of the ketchup,
Making the burger tastes alright

But without ketchup
Everyone can still have a good time
Remember,
no hand will touch you, especially mine

“When I’m old, spend my days, laying on the beach with my girl in the shade”

The Dream of Beach

1.
The wet sand
Melting in the wake of dawn
The slender breeze
The hesitation
As the tide rolls generously—
The breath of nuance…
As like waves
You come crashing down upon me—
The water rises
Touching toes—
The world has no worries
The sky shimmers
The sun settling in…
Just warming up
The first pitch…
As seaweed entangles
Stopping time
The secluded cove-

2.
If I am a soul surfer
Let me melt in the waves,
Go the distance
Get to the beach in the shade

Wash upon shore
Come to realize
That life gave me
The girl I’ve always fantasized

To remove the clothes
Of your soft garb
I see the Beauty
Beyond the emotional scars

When I’m encapsulated
By smell so sweet,
You are a gift
You are my Candy, real treat

I tell all my friends
I laugh, their envy
For my girl,
Is like none other
She’s the present, in the now and my forever…


3.The ocean slaps
The tide rises…
Overwhelmed
Life is full of surprises…

I drop to my knee
Inform you of my intention
Uplifted
You smile at the question

The night lasts
We are frozen in time
Happiness determined
Laying on a beach
Captivated by the vibrant sky

Dreams are reality
Inception has begun
Staircase to Heaven
We are all
We are one

I will not run

The smell of sorrow
The stench of glory
Empathy and
Triumph

Don’t pick sides
Rise above
Live for life
Die for pride

Fear the stench of lies
Cherish the musk of honesty
The difference between Escapism and
Making a stand

"Define stand"
I will not run
I will not hide
I will not bend morals to be part of a fast life*
For those that question ask yourself
Is God enough?
Be knowlegable to know,
Life is oppertunity, picking a path tough

*And if one would say
“Well your one talk”
Watch me live
Born to fall
Baptized to stand and walk

The Statement

Men attempt to hide behind societies rights,
While not understanding its wrongs
To those that are ignorant
To whom it may concern

Corporate men hide behind litigations veil
This makes them transparent, ghostly pail
To the dishonest, he who taketh over and away
To those that cannot face judgment day

To those wearing the false garb of Catholicism
Those who are pro-life
The child has no value
Take care of the mother’s life

And to those that consume their hatred against a fast life
I may grow just to be a pool boy
To the man I have to apologize to, for touching his wife

To all women, the individual it may concern
If one likes someone, then everyone should know,
To the person behind this image
The intricate way the world turns

To the scar, which pretends to be deep
At times we all deserve to weep,
To the crier, for I cry too
We all fall, so I don’t pity you

To the fallen, to stand ever slow
To those that run, as fast as one can go
To those that are a robot, click the button, reset
Don’t forget time owed
To Christ, My eternal debt